Chapter 12: The Empire

As the echoes of the Watchers' departure faded into the shadows, a heavy silence settled over the Guild's interrogation room. Arawn sat in his chair, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. The weight of his newfound knowledge pressed down on him like a leaden cloak, filling him with a sense of dread and responsibility.

Lyra paced the room, her movements restless, her mind grappling with the implications of the Watchers' cryptic warnings. She cast occasional glances at Arawn, her expression unreadable, a myriad of emotions flickering behind her steely gaze.

"We can't ignore what they said," she finally spoke, breaking the silence that hung between them like a shroud. "The veil weakening, the threat looming beyond. We need to act, and quickly."

Arawn nodded, his throat dry as he struggled to find his voice. "But how? What can we do against such a formidable foe?"